Then she introduced her husband, whose welcome, though quiet, was sufficiently cordial. Then he said:
“I hope you have no other Thanksgiving dinner in view, for I think ours is to be a good one; and we are very happy to see you.”
“I supposed that I was to spend Thanksgiving in Halsey, but a mistake as to connection, and then a breakdown on the road, left me here for the day. I shall be glad to give thanks with you, and with—Fidelia.”
“I am sorry for your grandmother,” said Fidelia.
“You need not be sorry. My visit was to be a surprise to them. It must wait till next summer now. I am going West again.”
“Well, we will go to dinner now,” said Mr Wainright, offering his arm to his wife. “Miss Marsh, you must show Mr Ainsworth the way.”
“Miss Marsh?” said Jabez, turning astonished eyes upon her, as the others passed out at the door.
“Why, who did you suppose me to be?” said Fidelia, laughing.
“I—I don’t know. I asked the door-keeper at the church who was the singer to-day, and he said it was Mrs Wainright. But I am very glad he was mistaken.”
“I sang to-day—”